mother. imagine that. how many rugs do we need to sweep that one under? but i, i have hope. i, i am inspired. i am inspired by the little girl who is choosing the doll that has no physical resemblance to her, and the good doll, a nice doll, the pretty doll. i am inspired by the little boy who is choosing the doll that looks nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing like him. but nevertheless, he thinks that's the good doll. i am inspired in my travels by the faces of the children when they light up at the new notion that no matter how light or how dark they may be, that they, too, are good. that they, too, are nice.